To the one who is abash.

Abash?

So it seems, so it seems.

The fury never thought of loss,

      abolishing all

             amity, are you still so childish?

                                cackling and cackling

                                      you made me a fool

                             a fool

So it seems, so it seems.

                   diaspora

         why the hell are you here?

                            you believe me to be so asinine?

                     abolishing all

  watch me fall

                                cackling and cackling

Abash?

                 I am

                           I am

             a thought to foster?

   a thought to endure?

                         you aren't the type to hither

                                 cackling and cackling

   I am

           so artless

Abash?

                 I am

Reviews

[LogoDaedalus]

Interesting. Your use of repeating phrases and the typesetting of the lines suggests whirling thoughts, a mind caught in a loop or downward spiral -- an air of disorganized thought reinforced by the very odd juxtapositions of words, almost a word salad.

While the meaning of many of your lines is obscure, I can more or less perceive the sense behind them (e.g., "The fury never thought of loss") and the word choice is clearly intentional. The one exception is the line, "you aren't the type to hither," where the word "hither" seems quite random -- almost as if you were going for another word and mistyped? What was the idea you were driving at in that line?

[Patch Silver]

Bah! I meant to write hinder. Thank you for your comment! I always look forward to them. I am going to have check out some of your writings.